Pontiac Lake

       Pontiac Lake was the first race of the biking season(cuz Yankee Springs was rescheduled due to the bad weather), and guess what? IT DIDN'T RAIN THIS TIME! Yay! It was actually pretty nice out there, other than the blustering winds tearing at my face. To be completely honest, I was kinda FREAKING out. Being in SPORT MEN 11-14.....YIKES! But the upside to this uncontrollably unstoppable unstable(triple U syndrome)roller coaster inside, is that my older sister, Megan, came to live with us, and to support me in my MTN biking(not just that but Dad attatched a Gu pack to the frame of my bike and it was MOCHA flavored, my FAVORITE!!!!).

      Anyway, before it was time to race, I had to go on the trainer for about 15-20 minutes. But that time period felt more like five minutes. Soon I was waiting in the back of the line waiting for my wave to be called. I talked to Zack, and Will, some friends in the beginner men 11-14, for a while. Soon a race stager came back, looked at all of us,

"Beginner Men 11-14?" He questioned, looking at Zack and Will, who nodded.

"Beginner 10 and under?" He asked Meilee who nodded also.

He then looked at me.

"Umm... Sport Men 11-14," I replied.

"Oh! You gotta go! You're  suppose to be up there with the others!" 

      So I had to hurry up to the front of the line. I looked at the boy in the top left(I was in the second row)that looked like he was in my class(in the end I found out he was). He was like..... this big compared to me, WAIT! No, more like..... THIS BIG! I can't show you in words, cuz....ummm... it's. just. too. stinkiń. complicated. so I'll just show you it like this.

I was just like, umm okay. When I looked at him, he looked back at me, it was just like, AWKWARD.

      Pretty soon it was time to start. 

"Fifteen seconds to go,"

I was really FREAKING out now. Sooner than words could express the race stager was already saying the last few numbers.

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One,"

Oh man! My legs are already turning to jelly! 

"GO!"

 I sprinted off with all of the speed I could possibly manage. The boys were already five meters ahead of me. Ride your ride Avery, don't worry about them, ride your ride. So that's what I did. With all of the hills(more like mountains by my perspective at times 'till I got to the top)were draining my energy by the minute. Up and down, up and down, up and down for the first few miles. Finally it started to go down hill, the trail finally started to do my bidding. 

      People were passing me here and there, they were elites, sports, and experts. Once and a while there was a guy that would stay with me for five minutes or so. One of these times there was a man that rode with me for ten minutes.

"I'll let you pass me when there is a chance." I said as I heard the chains of his bike click as he changed gears on the false flat.

"Thanks, but I think I'm good right here. You're doing great. Market sure to spin on these hills," he replied.

I was kinda astounded at his reply, the guys that passed me only stayed with me to wait for a good time to pass without disturbing my rhythm. 

"Ummmm...Okay." I replied to his strange reply.

      Soon he left.

"Keep it up!  You're doing great. Remember to spin on your hills!" and he left. Pretty soon another guy wanted to keep me company. He told me the rest was downhill and that I was doing great. The guy left me at the turn to the grass and told me I was almost there and to keep it up. I pedaled as hard as I could and came to the home stretch. ALMOST THERE.............. and FINISH!

      I got an hour and sixteen minutes and 2nd place, twenty minutes away from the other boy that was much bigger than me(if you forgot, look at the picture and read that paragraph). Meilee got 2nd place, too. Two hours and a minute(speaking of 'lil Mei, make sure to check her blog for recent updates!)for Meilee. Pontiac Lake, CHECK. Island Lake is next on the list!

Your Zany Mountain Biker,      :P

-Avery